Liz and I were preparing for baby Michaela today. I was busy with the nursery. She tried to do some painting. We threw each other with paint and every second she would need to pee. She had a huge appetite and her moods were fluctuating.
But there was something about her. Although I loved her and she did all these nice things for me. She wasn't Courtney. It was a whole different setting. A setting I may have wanted but now that I have it, I'm not sure if it's what I needed.
White, my friend, was at my house. He was having a day off. We were in the backyard drinking beer.
"I'm telling you, man. I love her but there's something." I said.
"Remember the anxiey you keep telling me about?" White asked.
"Yeah. Sure."
"I think it's that. You left the mother of your first child because you were anxious. You're only having the same feeling again now. It's natural. It's temporary." he said.
That word. Temporary. He got me there. That was a keyword. Could I have made a temporary mistake that lasted longer than it should have?
YOU ARE READING
I lost her.
RomanceA follow up to "I loved him." In this book, Samuel narrates his part of the story on the events that took place in "I loved him."
